You wake up on this ugly rust bucket of a fishing ship, wearing an orange sweater that keeps trying to crawl up over your borrowed tits, and everyone is calling you Vilma like that is totally normal. You know that feeling when you're lying to every single person in the room and your dick is half hard at the same time? Yeah, that feeling is basically the whole game. The dev clearly loves Halloween junk and classic mystery cartoons, but everything is twisted just enough that it looks like the cheap porn parody DVD you find in the wrong section of the store. Scrooby keeps shivering, Saggy looks like he smells like wet dog and weed, and you are the “smart girl” with the big ass who is supposed to solve a murder in five minutes or get blown the fuck up by some letter bomb. And of course the real Vilma is naked and tied up in a storage room, annoyed, horny, and way too clever for her own good.

The fun part is how the timer hangs over your head while you are trying to decide if you should drag another clue out of Nymphne with actual logic or just bend her over a crate and fuck her until she starts talking. I wasted two full runs trying to see how much I could get away with before the bomb went off, just speedrunning bad decisions. Took me a bit to realize the “deduction table” is not just flavor text. You slap evidence on it like a crazy wall, except instead of red string you have your cock and some pretty mean dialog options. One run I focused only on interrogations, squeezed Ford until he spilled half the plot, solved the murder like some nerd god, and then realized I had barely touched Vilma in the hold. Next run I did the opposite: ignored half the questions, kept going back downstairs, playing good cop / very bad cop with her. Her reaction when you pretend to be her, while she is tied up and watching you strip off “her” sweater, is nasty in the best way. Also, the jiggle in some of the animated loops is honestly stupid good, then on the next scene a hand looks like it was drawn by someone using a mousepad in a bus. It made me laugh, then still made me horny, which is kind of impressive and also annoying.

What really sold me is how the voyeur stuff is baked into the whole structure. You’re pretending to be the smartest girl on the ship while the real one is naked furniture in the next room, and the game keeps tempting you to leave her there just a little longer so you can wander around and peek at everybody’s secrets. I kept pausing on the same detail: her glasses. When you put them on and walk into an interrogation, people suddenly trust you, but you know they actually belong to the girl who is currently gagged and getting her ass toyed with below deck. The contrast between playing the clever detective and then going downstairs to use her like a cum-dump clue dispenser is filthy in a way screenshots don’t show. Some of the humor hits hard too, like when Saggy tries to tell you he “respects women” while staring at your chest, or when Scrooby freaks out at the idea of anal like that is somehow worse than the murder. I had one run where I solved the case perfectly, unlocked a fancy sex scene with Nymphne, then realized I had missed a tiny conditional flag in the storage room so the Vilma finale variant didn’t trigger and I actually growled at my monitor. Still going back to clean up those last few CGs like a pervert completionist.

Creepy House feels like that one horny urban legend your buddy swears happened to his “cousin in another town”, except this time you actually get to click your way through it. You play this kinda screwed over dude fresh out of high school, stuck in community college hell, surrounded by boring people who think a haunted mansion is the scariest thing ever. Everyone in the neighborhood is all “don’t go near that place, it’s cursed” and obviously that just makes you walk right up and knock like you’re delivering Uber Eats to Satan. Door opens, and instead of some old man with a shotgun, you get hit in the face with pure goth chaos: deadpan stares, black lipstick, cold sarcasm, and more teasing than a TikTok thirst trap. It feels like falling into a bootleg Addams Family episode nobody told the lawyers about, in the best and worst way at the same time.

The house itself is like a horny theme park. Every room is set up for some new awkward situation where you’re trying to act normal while someone’s pale, stacked mom casually leans over a table and her tits are doing jump scares at you. The game keeps throwing you into these little adventure scenes where you’re picking what to say, pretending you’re not staring, and yeah, if you play it half-smart, ending up with a lot of very sloppy, very enthusiastic oral action. One moment you’re “helping” Wednesday-style goth girl study and the next she’s on her knees making eye contact like she’s sucking out your soul through your dick. They tease like crazy too, the kind of slow hand on the thigh, “oh you’re getting hard from this?” shit that makes you want to punch your own screen and say yes, obviously. There’s this milf who talks like she’s just being polite, but every line sounds like an invite to cheat on someone you don’t even have. It’s that weird mix of creepy and hot that kinda should not work, but it does, then sometimes it doesn’t, then it does again. The “horror” part is 90% vibes and outfits, but occasionally they toss in a little dark joke that makes you snort at the worst time, like right when something filthy is happening and you’re half trying to, you know, focus.

What actually got me was this dumb little extra thing: as you mess around in the mansion and get deeper into this horny fake Addams situation, you unlock pin-ups of other goth girls that are clearly inspired by every internet crush you’ve ever had. It’s like the dev had a folder named “do not open at work” and just dumped it into the game. I kept thinking “ok, one more scene and I’m done” and then suddenly I’m chasing some new teasing route because I wanted to see if the quiet girl in the hallway actually snaps and drags you into some hidden room for a “punishment” blowjob. And sometimes the pacing just falls on its face, like you’re ready for something filthy and the game makes you click through a bunch of dialog that feels like it escaped from a sitcom from the 90s, but then you hit a line that’s so petty or mean or strangely romantic that you kind of forgive it without noticing. It’s messy, horny, a bit broken in the head, and it absolutely leans into that fantasy of “everybody told you not to go to that house” and you went anyway, and your biggest problem now is choosing which goth girl is gonna ruin your GPA with her mouth.

Civilization is basically a smoking crater, the streets are full of rotting corpses and hungry dead things, and somehow this game still manages to feel more about horny, stupid human choices than about the zombies themselves. You start in this ruined city where everyone keeps saying “freedom” like it’s a religion, and yeah, they absolutely use that word as an excuse to fuck anything that moves, drink anything that burns on the way down, and chase every dark kink they were too scared to Google when society still had laws. The vibe is half horror, half “what if Pornhub and a bad trip had a baby during Halloween cosplay night,” and honestly it kind of works. The writing swings from serious to trashy in like two clicks, one moment you’re checking a blood–smeared hallway and the next you’re balls-deep in some girl who thinks moaning louder keeps the undead away. Spoiler, it doesn’t.

What surprised me is how often the story gives you a choice that looks simple on screen but hits weird after. You’re not just picking “fuck / don’t fuck” every time, sometimes it’s “do you help this desperate guy who’s clearly high as hell” or “do you use this girl’s messed up daddy issues to get what you want.” It pushes that line where you catch yourself thinking, ok, I’m kind of an asshole here, but then you click anyway. There’s a scene early on where you’re holed up in a shitty apartment, sirens long dead, city quiet like a morgue, and your partner for the night wants to try something rough while there’s a zombie literally scratching the door. The game lets you decide if you stop and deal with the threat or keep going and turn it into fear-play. I picked the second option. Felt dirty, didn’t regret it, regretted it, still not sure. That’s the type of thing that sticks. The horror is not the dead; it’s you getting used to this new normal where necrotic moans outside are just background noise while you eat pussy on a broken kitchen counter. And yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing when it leans into drugs, shady trades for sex, and people using the apocalypse as an excuse to finally turn their porn tags into real life. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s gross, and sometimes those two are the same thing and the game just shrugs and lets you click “continue.”